All in all, death is something like marriage.
Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.
Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.
Women always have some mental reservation.
Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.
It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.